Gina's Secret Desire: A Husband's Tale

3 days ago

The rain hammered against the windows of the cabin, mirroring the frantic drumming in my chest. Gina was working late at the salon, bless her heart, and the solitude was both a blessing and a torment. I’d been trying to fix the leaky faucet in the pool house all afternoon, a task that proved more frustrating than anticipated, but now, with the job done and a beer in hand, the restlessness had returned. It wasn’t a violent, demanding restlessness, but a deep, insistent pull, a primal yearning for the warmth of her skin, the scent of her perfume, the feel of her body against mine.

I found the pink thong on the bathroom floor, a small, defiant splash of color in the otherwise masculine space. It was hers, a little reminder of her playful side, a secret indulgence she’d occasionally indulge in. Picking it up, I held it in my palm, letting the familiar scent fill my nostrils – a blend of vanilla and something subtly floral, undeniably her. My cock immediately began to swell, a silent acknowledgment of the anticipation building within me. It wasn't a fetish, not really, but there was something undeniably satisfying about the unexpected, the transgression against the expected.

Laying across the bed, I brought the thong to my nose again, letting it linger in the air before bringing my right hand up to caress my balls. The swell intensified, becoming a hard, insistent pressure against my jeans. The news droned on in the background, a dull counterpoint to the escalating heat in my loins. The conversation about her day off, about Gail needing to manage without her, felt distant, irrelevant. My world had narrowed to this single, intense desire.

Removing the thong from my face, I retrieved my hand, dripping with saliva, and carefully applied it to my member. The slickness felt decadent, a luxurious coating that heightened every sensation. Bringing the thong back to my nose, I began the slow, deliberate act of self-stimulation. The rhythm was gentle at first, a tentative exploration, before gradually building in intensity. Each stroke brought a fresh wave of pleasure, a deepening of the fire within.

As the minutes passed, the desire grew more urgent, the churning in my gut becoming almost unbearable. My breathing deepened, my muscles tense, and the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the exquisite torture of anticipation. The feeling of no return was approaching, a precipice of ecstasy that I desperately wanted to reach. Wrapping the thong around my member, I continued my ministrations, pushing myself to the very edge. Then, the moment arrived.

“Gonna cum! Shit, I’m gonna cum!” I groaned, a primal release ripping through me. Thick ropes of my cum shot out, a torrent of pleasure, exploding onto my pubes, my stomach, my chest. The sensation was overwhelming, a chaotic symphony of sensation. After cleaning myself, I dressed quickly, eager to leave the confines of the bedroom and find her.

The pool house, normally a place of mundane chores, now felt like a sacred space. Replacing the faucet was a relief, a small victory in the face of my overwhelming desire. Driving to Home Depot, I grabbed some pork ribs and other grilling necessities, a distraction from the burning need within me. Returning home, I unloaded the groceries and set about preparing supper, but my mind remained elsewhere.

Gina called just as I was finishing up, her voice bright and cheerful. Hearing her mention that she was on her way home, a wave of anticipation washed over me. The thought of her, her scent, her touch, filled me with an almost unbearable longing.

“Sounds good, baby! Maybe we can invite the kids. I can stop and pick up a movie, we can have a movie night!” she said, her voice a tantalizing promise.

“No problem,” I replied, my thoughts consumed by the prospect of her arrival. As I waited, I found myself drawn back to the bedroom, to the memory of her naked form, the lingering scent of her perfume, the ghost of her touch. The pink thong lay discarded on the floor, a silent testament to the night’s simmering desire.

The key rattled in the lock, and then she was there, a vision in a ball cap and shades, her ponytail swinging behind her. She looked impossibly beautiful, her smile lighting up her face as she carried a bag full of groceries. The sight of her ignited a fire within me, a primal hunger that demanded to be satisfied.

She placed the bags on the bar and leaned against me, her body warm and inviting. My hand instinctively reached out, tracing the curve of her hip, feeling the soft swell of her breasts. The scent of her perfume intensified, intoxicating me, drawing me closer.

“I called the kids. Alicia and Trey are coming but won’t be here till around 7:30. Alicia doesn’t get off till 6. Kristie is off today, said she will be here around 5.” she told me as we leaned closer, our bodies brushing.

“No problem,” I replied, my gaze never leaving her face. As she continued to explain the evening’s plans, my focus shifted, my thoughts turning inward, anticipating the inevitable. The anticipation built, a crescendo of desire that threatened to overwhelm me.

“OK, I will see you in a few then! Love you!” she said, then kissed me deeply.

“I love you too!” I replied, my heart pounding in my chest. The moment stretched, filled with unspoken longing, until finally, she pulled away, her eyes meeting mine with an expression of shared desire.

“Oh, Randy is going to Billy’s after school! OK!” she said before walking out the door.

“OK, no problem!” I replied, turning my attention back to the task at hand, preparing the steaks for grilling. But my mind remained preoccupied, lost in a world of anticipation and longing.

As I worked, I caught glimpses of Gina through the window, her silhouette moving through the living room, preparing for her evening. The sight of her fueled my desire, pushing me closer to the brink. The rain continued to fall, a relentless rhythm that mirrored the pounding in my chest.

When she finally returned, her face flushed with exertion, her hair damp with sweat, she looked even more beautiful than before. The scent of her perfume filled the air, a potent reminder of her presence. She leaned against me, her body radiating warmth, and her hand reached for my own, tracing the line of my jaw.

“Baby, you know Randy is going to Billy’s after school. OK!” she said, her voice laced with playful teasing.

“Yeah, I know," I replied, my voice barely a whisper. As she slipped off her shoes and began to undress, my senses heightened, my body responding to her every move. The sight of her naked form, her skin glistening with moisture, sent a shiver down my spine.

Her t-shirt fell to the floor, revealing the curve of her breasts, her hips, her thighs. Her pink thong lay discarded on the bed, a silent invitation. Reaching for it, I held it in my hand, letting the familiar scent fill my nostrils. My cock began to swell, a silent acknowledgment of the anticipation building within me.

Laying across the bed, I brought the thong to my nose again, fondling my balls with my right hand. The world faded away, leaving only the exquisite torture of anticipation. Removing the thong from my face, I retrieved my hand, dripping with saliva, and carefully applied it to my member. The slickness felt decadent, a luxurious coating that heightened every sensation. Wrapping the thong around my member, I continued my ministrations, pushing myself to the very edge. Then, the moment arrived.

The rain continued to fall, but it no longer mattered. The world had narrowed to this single, intense desire, this exquisite moment of pure pleasure. As I turned to leave the bedroom, I caught one last glimpse of Gina, her eyes sparkling with excitement, her lips curved in a knowing smile. In that instant, I knew that this was only the beginning. The night held endless possibilities, endless opportunities for pleasure, endless reasons to lose myself in the warmth of her skin, the scent of her perfume, the feel of her body against mine.

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